You meet impermanent people in impermanent places, fading, fading into the mist.
You meet dying people, waning humans — people who die as children, as teenagers and who are never reborn. You meet them in the last light of their days before they fall, before they fade. And for one moment, you glimpse eternity in them, in their soft lostness, their innocent erring into the world. You see the fates of millions before them and millions after them mirrored in their existence. In their frail bodies, you glance at a flicker of permanence in a world of ephemeralities.
At the crack of dawn, at no hour, you chase that bit of rawness in them, warmth against warmth, feverish for that last light in them because you know it will die — and you don’t want it to be alone as it does.
Note: “White dwarf” actually refers to the remnants of a star that has died. The “white dwarf” that remains is actually what used to be the star’s core.
Beautiful expression…
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Thank you Heather 🙂 I’ve read that in some cases, stars will shine a singularly bright light before they die and become white dwarves, which seems to me even more symbolic.
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I agree. I actually lost a really great friend senior year of high school. She impacted so many lives before she died. That’s what this makes me think of. She shined so bright for a short time, but left behind an amazing impact. 💙
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I am so sorry to hear that, but I am also glad to hear she had such an impact that lives on even now. Often, the stars we see have actually already passed but their light reaches us even after that, keeping us going. Much love to you 💙
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Thanks, same to you. 💜
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Absolutely beautiful 💗
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Thank you Florence! 💕 I can’t wait to read you again soon ^^ (No pressure lol)
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